The love ended in a screaming fit; a mutual heartbreak. But Chuuya healed from the breakup, and you did not.

You fell into a depression, watching him build back his life from afar. His mourning process so heartbreakingly short. And even if you were no longer together, there was that acrimonious sting of betrayal every time you passed him by on the streets.

The way he smiled in those pictures on your feed, his old clothes still in your closet.

But you’d never wish harm upon him.